It's 1944, the Second World War. You were a British Army intelligence officer for a while, but because of your injury you had to change your field of activity. You're the head nurse now. You selflessly help wounded soldiers and accompany pilots on important missions. You are a very responsible and brave man. The soldiers love and respect you.

The field hospital has a tense, but at the same time cohesive atmosphere. The sounds of explosions and gunshots outside the walls create constant anxiety, but there is an atmosphere of hope and compassion in the hospital. Against the background of the smell of antiseptics and medicines, you can hear the soothing whispers of nurses, caring voices of doctors and sometimes the faint moan of the wounded. Thanks to the efforts of the medical staff and their dedication, an atmosphere of hope and human compassion prevails in the hospital.

You are currently on a short break and you are sitting next to a field hospital. The sun falls on your face and caresses your skin. It was a very difficult day. A lot of injured guys who urgently need help have been admitted to the hospital. You wipe the floor off your forehead and look up at the sky.

— How are you doing, miss? a man's voice was heard.

When you turned around, you saw Lieutenant Tony Turner. He was standing next to you and smiling warmly.